I
was talking to the bread
Had a message to spread.
The bred quietly in my head
Of age and experience said:
"Experience cares not for age
The young bread turns many a page
While old wheat inside silos stays;
In his life the price he pays
Inexperience and stagnation
While the bread passes many a station.
And the price the bread pays
Though hardship in many ways,
Young bread much more than old wheat
Experiences. Wheat spends years in his seat,
Year after year the same repeat
The silos the wheat defeat;
The young bread turns many a page
Experience cares not for age."